I’ve got to be totally honest with you.
For as much as I love running, there’s also a handful of things that I hate. So in an ode to the late Heath Ledger (may his beautiful face rest in peace), today I’m talking about ten of those.
1 // Salt. I didn’t notice this until I started training for Cowtown Half. And I don’t know if it’s something about my body chemistry that changed when I started running “longer” distances consistently, but now any run over a half an hour leaves me covered in salt. And the runs that are 2 + hours? SO MUCH SALT. I feel like I could salt an extra large Mickey D’s fry with what I’ve got stuck to my face. Is that gross? Whatever. Don’t care.
2 // Pressure. Because I’ve thrown my love for running out there into the Universe, it feels like I’m always chatting with someone about it. I really do love it, but I also feel an overwhelming amount of guilt those times that someone asks me how running is going, and it’s been nearly a week since I’ve laced up my running shoes. Realistically – putting that kind of pressure on myself is ridiculous. Saying “no” when someone asks me if I’ve run today should not be a big deal. Sometimes I’m tired. Sometimes I’m hurting. Sometimes I would really just rather sleep in, or watch an extra episode of Property Brothers. And none of that means that I’m any less of a runner. But there’s still a small part of me that can’t help but feel a little like a failure for not being 100% dedicated 100% of the time.
3 // Low Battery Chirp. I’m married to my Garmin. I can’t even tell you the last time I went for a run with a naked wrist. But because I use that bad boy so often, every so often there will come a day when I (of course) forget to charge it. Then I get to run to the soundtrack of a low battery chirp, never knowing if and/or when it’s going to give up on me and crap out completely.
4 // Chafing. Ugh. Just UGH. I have a dream that one day…I’ll be able to run without my thighs flapping together. I mean it, I can’t run ten feet without Body Glide. It’s a curse that has absolutely nothing to do with my affinity for beer and french fries. Right?
5 // Time. There will never, EVER be enough hours in the day. Especially when you’re training for a marathon. Working 9-10 hour days, coming home, cooking a decent meal, finding time to blog, and actually hanging out with my husband for more than ten minutes is a LOT to juggle in one day. Then trying to add running in to that daily mix? My god. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
6 // Friday Nights IN. Ugh, this one is hard. I hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE saying no to a crazy night out. I hate knowing that my friends are out there having a good time, pounding back burgers and shots of fireball without me. Really – the nerve. But if I’m going to be awake with enough energy to run 14 miles first thing on a Saturday morning, my belly has to be burger-less, and my butt has to be in bed by 10.
7 // Money. People who say running is basically a free sport are LYING. Running might be the most convenient of all sports, but there’s no way it can be the cheapest. No freakin’ way. You need good shoes, decent clothes that don’t contribute to the aforementioned chafing issue, and HI – have you ever registered for a race? We’re talkin’ anywhere from $50-$150 just for a decently organized one. My bank account bleeds cash on a regular basis - all in the name of running.
8 // Foam Rolling & Stretching. It’s not that I hate it, it’s just I don’t want to take the time to do it. You know what I’d rather do? Lay down. Or cook dinner. Or have someone spoon Nutella into my mouth for me. But nooooo, I’ve got to sit down and stretch (OW) so that my muscles don’t spaz out and I’m actually able to walk the next day.
9 // Spit. If ladylike is what you’re seeking, then please, just keep on walking. Because I am such a spitter. I can’t run a half a mile with out hocking up something completely disgusting. Thank God Taylor refuses to run with me. That would do wonders for our love life. (Not.)
10 // Cars/Bikes/Anything or Anyone that gets in my way. WHYYYYYYY do you have to place yourself directly in my path? Just WHY. It seems like there’s always someone or something in my way. Lady pushing a stroller? Must you really. Toddler riding a tricycle? That asshole needs to be taught a lesson. Car that decides to stop DIRECTLY in the pedestrian crosswalk just as I’m in the middle of my fastest mile?? THIS HAS TO BE A CONSPIRACY. If everybody could just do me a solid, and be aware of where I am at all times and adjust their placement accordingly – I’d really appreciate it.
So yeah, there are some things I hate about running. But then this happens.
And I fall in love all over again.